Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.